On my way back down Rollins arrived. He stared at Maria, his mouth open, at me. I said, “Not one f*****g word!”, picked Maria up and took her out of there.
I knew a friendly who was also into bondage, one who had taught me what warning signs to watch for during a scene. I left Maria with him. Some days later when I called to check up on her he said she was fine, but what happened to her after that, I never found out. By then, I had enough problems of my own.
The calls stopped. No one wanted my services anymore, for anything. Through Danny the Agent I found out I was supposedly the one who not only whipped and raped Maria but kept on doing so after she called a stop to everything. In time the story grew into crazy proportions, each one more outlandish than the last, but the effect was th
